[versailles]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

quillpaw's eyes widen, ears perking in interest. it's a little disappointing to hear that dawnstar only killed one of them, but he knows she's right, as always. even more depressing, most of those riverscum chose to run instead of fight for their homes. I feel like I should pity them, really..it's very sad, he thinks. of course, there's very little room in his heart to actually feel bad for riverclan.

"sharkbite, hm? he sounds interesting." he muses with a small tilt of his head. if he was skilled enough to entertain such a formidable fighter as his grandmother, he can't help but wonder if someone like that would be a good addition to shadowclan. surely a cat like that didn't belong in such a sad clan. "do you think he'll stay in riverclan?"

quillpaw feels the tiniest prickle of discontent. he is focusing on his training! do I need to do more?, he wonders critically. "yes, grandmother." he replies with a nod, holding his tongue. though he does give her a slightly questioning look – one that silently says 'are you sure..' – once she says she'll take some of riverclan's former territory if wanted. oh, speaking of training.

"it's going well. mistlewhisker is a..good mentor - I like her." he admits, a rare praise coming from the young tom. he briefly glances away, almost looking disturbed as he speaks up again. "darkfall...has helped a bit too." not father. darkfall. the title switch could be a good or bad thing. "I would like to become a warrior before the rest of my litter, if everything goes well." he meows. how many of his littermates are even left?

[ @Undertaker ]